A Celebration of the women who gave me life

As women's day draws near, i can not help but rejoice at the poise of she who gave me life...Mama ndiyabulela...

Mama don’t cry

Wipe those tears off your face
You are too great a being to shed unwarranted tears
Your have too grand a soul to worry about troubles of the world
You are too great a specimen to whip or drown your sorrows in misery
Let depression not wild your humility
Let not grief bewail your person
Allow not humanly sadness to trouble your frail heart


Let beat your heart
Let rhyme your soul
Let rejoice your humanness
Let exult your faith


Troubles are a mere farce
Made to remind you of the worldliness of this ambit
They have no plight no light and no sight
They have no endurance, no sustainability
They have no stand, nor future and no glare
They shunt ascend or augment
They are but situational, seasonal and momentary
They cause temporary defect


Mama don’t go

I shedder to think of a life without your beautiful refreshing smile
Your enchanting glare and warm heart
Your courageous soul and wise cranium
Your silent thoughts which penetrate caves to reach my thirsty soul
The love shown to me in ways I can never tally
The wisdom in me you installed
The home that housed and raised me to the beauty today I am
The faith you schooled me to believe in, to treasure and practice


With your simple touch my soul ignites in jubilation
With your simple smile my heart muses though dancing with angels in the land of the great he is
With your simple technological queue I come alive
With your simple gesture, I love you ever greater


As you nurtured me from infancy; feed my bones and made them strong
As you taught me my first word and volunteered your knowledge to make me judicious yet shrewd in this world
As you continuously said No when troublesome tendencies took over my merciful soul – You single-handedly made me who I am today


To you I give unwavering gratitude,
I have no wise words to exclaim and make heard my appreciation
I have no poetic raptures, no exclamatory prose, no rhythmtic motions, no worthy bequest to thank you for your unshakeable contribution to who I am today

If I ever had to pay for the person you are and have made me to be, I would spend all my life paying mercifully and indebted to your for eternity
If I had to return the favour, I would know not where and how to begin


Your strength and love have never gone unnoticed
Your humility and humbleness are your most striking features
Your sincerity and slight sensitivity make you, Gods greatest child
Your earnestness and naturalness make you Great in your own being
Your ability to shadow your own needs as a mother make you my uncontested Heroine
Your place in my heart is inert, solid and profoundly tepid


Mine in this life is to make sure the smile on your face is always there
That the joy in your heart is sustained against all odds
That the wisdom in your head is kept rejuvenated


I Love you seems common
Thank you does not seem enough
So let me leave my piece inconclusive
For you in my heart do not have a start nor end
Your are my heart
To my loving Mother: Boitumelo, Nomvuyo Cossie